Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

"Moreover, Qiao Zhong's death cannot be in vain... It seems that his life or death is still uncertain, but it is only a matter of time before he falls into the hands of the Martial Saint." Yumian Feilong thought of the 60-year-old man he met by chance, and his heart was also quite shocked.

The Martial Saint dared to eat, he dared to let others eat, and even let him eat more Qiao family members.

He could only say that he was greatly shocked.

"If Tingchao Tower can spread the news, the Qiao family should also know... Although I don't know which Qiao family this Qiao Zhong is..."

After hearing the news, what decision will the Qiao family make? Will they go to rescue Qiao Zhong, or as Qiao Zhong said, use the blood and flesh of the Qiao family to fill the Martial Saint's gluttonous mouth?

The answer to this question, Yumian Feilong naturally does not know, he can only say that he has done his best.

The fifth-rank warrior listened and pondered for a moment, and also said:

"Then, I will also try to spread the news of the Martial Saint through the government. After all, as a fifth-rank warrior, I am also a nominal official in Heyang City..."

"Maybe in a few years, we will die at the hands of the Martial Saint, but before that, I will never let the Martial Saint have an easy time."

The two said goodbye quickly and went their separate ways.

After Yumian Feilong left, he immediately went to a familiar teahouse in the west of the city, told the shopkeeper a secret code, and ordered a small private room.

Not long after, a storyteller dressed in green clothes and carrying a sword came in.

"Is this Yumian Feilong, who is a little famous in the Heyang City area...I heard that he is a fourth-rank master." Jiang Chen walked into the room with a smile on his face.

He joined Tingchao Tower, although he was forced.

But it was also thanks to joining Tingchao Tower, otherwise with his identity and strength, he would not be able to contact the fourth-rank master.

Tingchao Tower is known for its strong intelligence capabilities, and this is also thanks to the informants of Tingchao Tower throughout the nine states... A large part of these strange stories are actually provided by wandering jianghu people like Yumian Feilong.

"Is it a 'true story' or a 'strange story'?" Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

If it is a true story, Tingchao Tower will ask the informant to provide more information to ensure the truth.

If it is a strange story, there is no need to ask. It doesn't matter whether it is true or not. It's just for fun, as long as it can attract people's attention.

"It's true." Jade-faced Flying Dragon sighed:

"But this true story is probably stranger than any strange news."

"Don't be afraid of what I'm going to tell you next..."

"The notorious martial saint has appeared again, and he is actually a man-eating demon... Even the top ten martial arts masters in the previous generation of heroes were killed by him..."

....

"True story? Are you serious? Are you stupid or am I stupid?"

"Shunfenger" looked at Jiang Chen in front of him, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Shunfenger" is the code name of the members of Tingchao Tower, just like the most famous "Bai Xiaosheng" back then.

And he, Shunfenger, is actually the fake head of the police who dragged Jiang Chen into Tingchao Tower yesterday.

"Although I, Shunfenger, am a member of the 'strange news' school in Tingchao Tower, and prefer to talk about the romantic affairs of the top ten lousy pants in the world...but the matter of the Martial Saint is ten times or a hundred times more than that of the lousy pants!"

He became interested all of a sudden.

He doesn't care about the truth or falsehood when he does things, he pays attention to the word "strange".

And the matter of the Martial Saint really made him feel outrageous.

"I've decided on this matter, I'll go to the teahouse later." Shunfenger said slowly.

Although he made a decision, there was still one thing that puzzled him.

"If this is true, with the Martial Saint's style of doing things, how could he let the Jade-faced Flying Dragon and the other two return to Heyang Prefecture alive?"

"What is he thinking? Did he deliberately use these two people to spread this matter?"

"Obviously dormant for forty years, why did the Martial Saint reveal the truth of the previous generation of martial arts at this time?"

Shunfenger narrowed his eyes and looked at the Xuantian Temple in the north of the city from a distance, thinking.

Chapter 97 The Last Hope of Human Race (3k

"Have you heard?"

At the entrance of the teahouse, Shunfenger patted a familiar customer on the shoulder:

"The story of the Martial Saint has been spreading wildly recently. I heard that he finally showed up----"

"Yes, I heard that the top ten martial arts masters in the last era all died at his hands." The familiar customer sighed:

"I really didn't expect this... The top ten in the world did not die at the hands of aliens, but at the hands of the Martial Saint..."

"The martial arts world of the last era actually ended at the hands of the Martial Saint's family. No wonder when many major sects such as Shaolin and Wudang were destroyed, none of the top ten martial arts masters at that time showed up. It turns out that they had already died..."

After chatting with the familiar customer , Shunfenger continued to walk to the next regular customer.

"Have you heard about the Martial Saint? I heard that he is a man-eating demon."

"Man-eating demon." The regular customer turned his head and did not wait for Shunfenger to finish his words, and continued the conversation with great interest:

"Just a few days ago, the Martial Saint had a physical fight with the Immortal Saint Wu Qingxin outside the city. They fought passionately under the moonlight, and finally squeezed the saint dry... Do you think the Martial Saint is a beastly demon who actually did such a thing? That was his disciple who he raised since childhood. He raised him for so many years, and he just ate him up."

Shunfenger:?

"No, where did you hear about this?" Shunfenger took a breath of cold air on the spot.

"Tingchao Tower, do you know Tingchao Tower? This is the most transcendent mysterious force in the martial arts world. Even Shaolin Wudang was destroyed. Even the original martial arts saints could not destroy Tingchao Tower..."

"Let me tell you, Ting Chao Lou actually likes to spread this kind of bad crotch stuff. For example, there is a guy who calls himself Shun Feng Er..."

"Ahem... Even if you are Tingchao Lou, you must provide evidence when you say something." Shunfeng Er's face was not red and he was not out of breath, and continued:

"What you said is too outrageous."

"What's so outrageous? In fact, I was at the scene at the time and even recorded the incident completely." As the regular customer spoke, he looked around and then mysteriously took out a small book from his arms. The book was handed to Shunfeng Er's hand.

Shunfeng Er took it over in confusion, opened a page at random and took a look:

"The Martial Saint looked down at the Immortal Saint, his expression as cold and arrogant as ever, without a trace of warmth, and his tone was like the northern iceberg that has not melted for thousands of years: Woman, you are playing with fire."

"If you dare to leave my side again, not even the Immortal Sect can protect you."

"Qingxin, your weakness is that your state of mind is not clear enough. Let me know, Kangkang, how much your state of mind has improved..."

"...."

Shunfeng Er silently closed the thread-bound book, his expression a little dull.

The scholar smiled and pointed a finger in front of his eyes:

"One tael of silver."

Yes, I met a bookseller.

This group of people moved very quickly. Not a few days before Wu Shengren showed up, Xiao Huangshu had already made arrangements.

The bookseller was silent and thought it was not to his taste, so he took out another small book:

"Don't like it? I have something even better."

"This is the martial arts secret book that all the martial arts saints have agreed upon! It only costs two taels of silver."

Shunfeng'er looked at the "Chrysanthemum Acupuncture Hand" in the hands of the bookseller and fell into deep thought.

It didn't take long.

He walked out holding a stack of books in his hand, and met Jiang Chen's somewhat strange gaze.

"That bookseller is quite talented, and he moves very quickly. He may have the qualifications of a storyteller from the Qiwen faction." Shunfeng Er forcefully explained:

"I'm going to take a good look at his writing skills. If he's passable, I might be able to recruit him to join our Tingchao Tower."

"..." Jiang Chen didn't have anything to say. He was just a newcomer who was recruited easily, and whatever his seniors said would be whatever he said.

"Leave this little matter aside..." Shunfeng Er stuffed these small books into his bag and then continued:

"This matter about Wu Shengren has become a thing."

"Originally, we wanted to add fuel to the flames and let this matter spread wider. But now it seems that we don't need to take action at all. The matter itself is a huge tsunami, why do we need to add fuel to the flames?" Shunfeng Er sighed.

If this incident were not shocking enough and spread widely enough, how could there be booksellers rushing to produce pornographic books?

"By the way, Jiang Chen, don't you care about the story of the Qiao family? This time, in such a major event as the appearance of Wu Shengren, a member of the Qiao family also appeared."

"Qiao Pif died at the hands of the saint Wu Qingxin and was burned alive by her at the gate of Xuantian Temple."

"Immediately afterwards, the elder of the family, Qiao Zhong, participated in Wu Jihui's hunt for the Saint... But I never expected that this matter would actually involve Wu Shengren, and even Qiao Zhong would fall into Wu Shengren's hands. in hand."

"That Qiao Zhong... is quite an extraordinary person." Jiang Chen was a little moved when he said this.

He was a Tingchaolou storyteller who had direct contact with the Jade-faced Feilong, so he was particularly impressed.

"It would be great if, as Qiao Zhong said, there are more and stronger Qiao family members in the world."

Jiang Chen sighed slightly.

The most powerful man in the martial arts was actually a figure like the Martial Saint, which really shocked the storytellers in Chaolou.

While the two were talking, suddenly there was a commotion in the distance at the entrance of the market in front of them.

It could be vaguely seen that two charlatans got into a quarrel, got angry, and started a duel in the street.

Jiang Chen and Shunfeng listened closely, but found that this commotion was actually related to Wu Shengren's incident.

The two gangsters were drinking and chatting in a nearby restaurant, but they got into an argument because they were talking about Wu Shengren.

"Martial Saint is the last hope for human warriors of our generation!" The swordsman drank wine, his face turned red, and he said angrily:

"Although the aliens have the same origin as my human race, how have they ever regarded our human race as human beings?"

"In their mouths, we are mortals, ordinary people...Martial Saint is the strongest person in martial arts. If there is anyone in this world who can fight against the Immortal, then he is the only one. He is the strongest and he has the greatest hope. !”

"Fuck you!" The swordsman also drank wine and spoke very elegantly and easy-going: "The martial saint can represent a fart, can he represent the human race? Can he represent the martial artist?"

"You crooked ass, the martial saint will eat you tomorrow. Do you want to contribute to martial arts?"

The swordsman choked for a moment and his eyes widened:

"What does it have to do with me? Martial Saints consume medium and high-grade martial arts, but I am only at the eighth grade..."

"It turns out that I can stand and talk without pain in my back." The swordsman was also drunk, and his steps were a little rickety:

"Thirty years ago, the Martial Saint was fed by the top ten masters in the world. In the last 20 to 30 years, the Martial Saint was fed by 3,000 disciples. So what about now? What about in the future?"

"If he can't get in, do you think he will eat you?"

"You are making something out of nothing...and this is a world where the weak eat the strong and the strong are respected." The swordsman drew his sword with a dark face and struggled with the swordsman.

Onlookers gathered around and cheered loudly.

Wu Shengren is a top martial artist who has been in seclusion for forty years. He is far away from ordinary people and is just a legend of the world decades ago.

The people of Dayan don't live long, and the past decades ago may be separated by one or two generations.

Therefore, even if the martial saints rely on warriors as food, the sword will not fall on the heads of ordinary people for a while.

"Hit, hit hard, I want to see blood flowing like a river!"

In the crowd, several Xuantian Taoists looked at this scene and only found it funny.

"Without me waiting to take action, these ordinary warriors can beat their brains out by themselves."

"Martial Saint Ren probably never expected that after his affair was revealed, there would be martial artists who would regard him as the last hope of the human race..."

"Haha... So these mortals are really interesting."

The Taoists watched the battle for a while, and soon officers and soldiers arrived. Even Magistrate Lou came in person, and arrested the two drunk warriors with a livid face.

"Let's go back to the Taoist temple."

"Fortunately, we have joined the Xuantian Temple. We are already members of the Immortal Sect and are no longer ordinary martial artists." These martial arts masters smiled and discussed:

"Wu Shengren's matter is actually not a trivial matter. If we report it to the senior brother on the mountain, will it be considered a meritorious service? Can the senior brother teach the Xuanmen righteousness?"

The handyman martial arts people chatted and laughed and returned to the Taoist temple.

....

Deep in the Qingming Mountains, there is the Xuantian Sect.

"Disciple Chiyang, pay homage to the elders."